******** with excitement, Kira eagerly followed the Emporium owner.
“Excuse me sir -,” but before she could finish she was interrupted by the man.
“Please call me Mr Sander, Mr V Sander and also I realise that my Book of Memories is tempting but please assure me that I will not see it lying in your palms again.”
“I promise,” Kira nodded, chewing her finger nails to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of being told off.
Mr Sander gave a fleeting smile and then vanished behind the red, velvet curtains.

Despite being warned, the urge to touch the book and see what was hidden in its pages was almost breaking Kira. She stared at the Emporium’s centre, noticing something she had never noticed before. The kingfisher statue was moving. She questioned whether it was alive but not long after she was once again drawn back to the little leather bound-book. It was calling out her name desperately screaming to be open; to be read. She crept over to the book.

Quietly, Kira placed her hands onto the Book of Memories, dipped a feather into some ink and began writing. Her Imagination was flooding onto the powerful pages everything that had been playing on her mind was now into the book.

At that moment, a small shudder vibrated the shop and then a door stood in front of Kira. Without any hesitation, she hauled it open noticing everything she had written in the Book of Memories was lead in front of her: palm trees were grouped together like children at school; waves were silently inhaling and exhaling and golden stars were twinkling in the moonlight. Immediately, she leapt in allowing the warm sand to seep through her fingers and the moon to guide her with its light.